I have decided to try an experiment. I don’t remember the steps of the scientific method – something about a hypotenuse – so, it will be a very qualitative experiment. Here’s the deal. I recently published my second novel, The Biker, on Kindle. My first novel, Joe Café, still sells here and there, but it’s not flying off the shelves. I plan to release The Biker on Smashwords and Createspace, but, for now, I’m happy with leaving Joe Café on Kindle. So, I met at the crossroads with some marketing folk from Amazon and we signed some KDP Select documents in blood.
Author: JD Mader
Hey, Indie Reader, I’m looking at you!
Let me set a scene. Sunday morning. My ‘day off’. My daughter running around like a monkey…stoked because I promised her I wouldn’t work. I got up, drank some kefir, checked my facebook…the usual. There was a message from a British man who read my first novel, ‘Joe Café’. He had some questions about the book. He had a valid argument. I spent about 15 minutes and 500 words explaining my feelings on character and what I was trying to accomplish. It was all very civil. He was happy. My daughter wanted to play, but I thought that it was important to take a few minutes and respond to someone who took the time to read my novel. I still feel this way.
Fans
I have done what could be considered “professional writing” in three contexts. I was a sportswriter/columnist in San Diego. I played in bands (we got paid, sometimes it was in beer, but still…). Now, I get paid for freelance writing and for my novels. As of this week, I can officially say novels (plural). I just published ‘The Biker’ on Kindle. And soon, I will tackle Createspace and Smashwords. So, the book just came out. And I have been thinking about building a “fan base”. The whole idea and the terminology makes me uncomfortable. Getting fans as a fiction writer is a tricky thing.
Conquering Fear
Fear is a killer. When I think back on my life, I am crushed by the things I missed out on because I was afraid. I was a pretty fearless and stupid kid, so that’s saying a lot. But there were fears. There were girls I should have kissed. There were trips I should have taken. There were things I should have tried…or been brave enough not to try. I missed so many opportunities because I was afraid.